Twisting
She is numb. She is scared. She is terrified. She has no one to run to. She has no place to go hide. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know whom to tell. She doesn't know how to feel. She only knows she can't and doesn't want to live like this. She needs to find him. She needs to see him. She needs to tell him. But she dares not. She is so lonely. Everyone is so demanding. Everything is so wrong and so complicated. And life is so hard, so tough, so miserable and so different without him. She wishes she was brave enough. She wishes she was smart enough. She wishes he will understand. She wishes he will be forgiving. She wishes she was not that foolish. She hopes it won't be too late. She wishes and hopes and prays that he loves her still. She needs his help. She needs his strength. She needs his support. And she now knows and understands and realizes that she needs him. She needs his smile. She needs his frown. She needs his warmth. She needs his love.
She picks up her phone with her trembling hand and calls him. She's now 8 weeks pregnant. She doesn't know and can't be sure who the father is. She can only pray it is his.